I feel sometimes, how it’d be,
Life that had an eraser for me?!
To do things for brighter,
Why have to regret it later?

Hurt that’d cause the fear,
In the tender heart of my dear!
I want to heal his wounds,
The hurt measured in pounds..

He’d not complain I know,
But keeps me feeling low..
Just an eraser n things’d go right,
I would mend his heart,n mine I might..

For the guilt of cleaning up mess,
I might always fear to confess..
For which I paid heavy pounds,
With dirt filled within the mounds..

With full force I put off the eraser,
Cut it with knife n burnt it in laser..
Now I set myself free, to choose,
What to treasure and what to lose..